Fifteen - NadiaI had never in my entire life been shot at. A lot of other terrible things had happened before, and if I was being entirely honest with myself, some of those things had left me wondering if my life were in danger. But I’d never been shot at. To me, it felt as though I’d crossed some sort of invisible line. There were things that happened to normal, everyday people, and there were things that didn’t. This was one of those things that didn’t.
I glanced down at the ring on my finger. It caught the light and gleamed prettily, though it was plain. I had always imagined my wedding ring—assuming I ever got married in the first place—being fancy and maybe classic, with a modest but noticeable diamond placed elegantly in the center. Not that I was so vain that I would turn down some
